"Young Master Ye, there's a world cluster ahead where a battle is taking place. The Guardian Faction's army has already attacked. It looks like the fight is about to end."
Just as the army led by Ye Yunfei was charging back towards the Three Thousand Major and Minor Worlds, a high-ranking officer suddenly came to report.
"Send immediate reinforcements. Kill every single person from the Guardian Faction inside," Ye Yunfei ordered as soon as his Soul Power energy stretched out and detected the intense combat within a distant world cluster.
The command was given instantly.
"I'll lead the charge!" No sooner had Ye Yunfei spoken than a streak of golden light shot towards the world cluster engulfed in battle—it was the Golden-Horned Dragon Silkworm.
Ye Yunfei knew that the Golden-Horned Dragon Silkworm now possessed the strength to contend with Sovereign Gods. Furthermore, thanks to their clan's innate spatial talents and various profound spatial inheritance techniques, even if he encountered a particularly formidable Sovereign God he couldn't defeat, he could still escape with ease. Therefore, Ye Yunfei wasn't worried about his safety.
"Wait for me!" Huang Shang appeared, his ghostly form pitch-black and shimmering like a cosmic black hole capable of devouring anything. Transforming into a faint, almost imperceptible ghostly shadow, he instantly caught up with the Golden-Horned Dragon Silkworm.
"Master, I also want to fight properly. Improving through battle... I estimate it won't be long before I can advance my bloodline level again," Hu Miao declared, unwilling to fall behind. She transformed into a small, exquisite fox and instantly gave chase.
At Ye Yunfei's order, the Sovereign Gods of the Alliance Army sprang into action, charging towards the distant world cluster where the battle raged.
Ye Yunfei released over one hundred thousand puppets, sending them charging towards that world cluster in a mighty tide. Although the individual combat power of these puppets he had refined wasn't strong—they were only at the Virtual God or True God level—the combat formations they formed, evolving from several ancient, incomplete array diagrams, were terrifyingly powerful. They could absolutely contend with Master-God-level experts and would be utterly unstoppable against ordinary troops.
Next, Ye Yunfei also released his Bloodline Clan Doppelganger, which turned into a streak of bloody light shooting towards the distant world cluster.
Inside that world cluster, a large group of Guardian Faction troops was massacring the native inhabitants. The Guardian Faction's side was far too powerful; the beings within this world cluster were no match for them. Despite fighting back desperately, they could only be brutally slaughtered in the end.
"You members of the Guardian Faction are a pack of beasts! You want to wipe out our world cluster for no reason at all. Every last one of you will die a wretched death!" A white-haired elder, watching over half his clan members being slaughtered, stood amidst a heap of bloody corpses. His clothes were soaked through with blood as he pointed a trembling finger at the surrounding Guardian Faction personnel, roaring in grief and fury.
"Old fool, you dare curse our Guardian Faction? That's an unforgivable crime. Your clan deserves to be exterminated," sneered a middle-aged man with a vicious face who strode through the air with his hands clasped behind his back. Reaching out, he grabbed towards the blood-drenched white-haired elder.
This middle-aged man was a Primary Sovereign God of the Guardian Faction, the one who had led the troops invading this world cluster. The white-haired elder, however, was merely a Heavenly God—he stood no chance.
In the next moment, the middle-aged man caught the white-haired elder in his palm as if holding a tiny chick. With a light squeeze, the elder's body couldn't withstand the pressure. It creaked like an egg about to be crushed as he continuously vomited blood, his aura instantly wilting.
"Let my grandfather go!" Suddenly, a little girl of about five or six appeared, rushing frantically towards the white-haired elder.
"Quickly, take Xiaolan away!" Seeing his beloved granddaughter appear, the white-haired elder was scared out of his wits. This little granddaughter was the apple of his eye, and he doted on her excessively. Before the battle started, he had specifically instructed two of his clan's experts to secretly protect Xiaolan and take her to safety. He never imagined she would suddenly reappear now.
"Patriarch, we are sorry! Xiaolan suddenly activated the ancestral family treasure you gave her for protection. The force threw us aside, and we couldn't stop her!" Several clan experts appeared in the distance, someone explaining urgently.
"Xiaolan, go! Now! Don't worry about your grandfather!" Seeing his granddaughter running towards him, the white-haired elder roared with all his might.
"Heh, so touching, this bond between grandfather and granddaughter. Very well, I shall grant your wish and send you off together," sneered the middle-aged man, holding the elder and watching the approaching girl, his face cruel. As a commander of the Guardian Faction, he had killed far too many beings, witnessed far too many bloody scenes, and had long shed any semblance of pity. Killing a little girl would not make him bat an eye—neither would slaughtering billions of lives.
"Xiaolan, stop! Don't go any further!" Others from the clan now appeared, trying to intercept the girl. However, as soon as these clansmen emerged to stop her, a terrifying energy burst out, causing their bodies to explode into clouds of bloody mist.
The middle-aged man had struck.
Xiaolan was terrified seeing her clansmen shattered into bloody mist before her eyes. Yet, seeing her blood-soaked grandfather clutched in someone's hand, she gritted her teeth, summoned her courage, and continued to charge forward to rescue him. In her heart, her grandfather was one of the few in the world who loved her the most; she couldn't allow anything to happen to him.
In the blink of an eye, Xiaolan rushed right up to the middle-aged man.
"You're a bad person! Let my grandfather go!" Xiaolan tilted her little face up, mustering her courage to shout. In truth, she was terrified inside, knowing the being before her was a ruthless devil. But seeing her grandfather captured, she felt she couldn't abandon him—even if scared, she couldn't just leave him.
"Xiaolan...you foolish child... Why didn't you listen to your grandfather?" The white-haired elder understood that both he and his granddaughter would be doomed today no matter what, a heart-wrenching expression of agony twisting his face as tears streamed down his aged cheeks.
"Enough. Now, the two of you can die together," the middle-aged man said with absolute coldness in his voice. He prepared to release his power and pulverize both the old man and the girl.
However, at that very moment, his expression suddenly stiffened, feeling as if he had entered some eerie, terrifying environment. Then, a streak of golden light slammed directly into his body.
The next instant, with a *bang*, the middle-aged man's body exploded, dispersing into a cloud of bloody mist.
"Who are you?!" The man's Soul Body emerged from the swirling mist, panic-stricken. He saw an enchantingly beautiful woman and a golden-robed youth looking coldly at him. Hu Miao and the Golden-Horned Dragon Silkworm had arrived.
"We're here specifically to kill you," a sinister, ghostly chuckle rang out. Then, a pitch-black, shimmering ghostly form materialized. With a wave of its hand, a horde of screaming ghosts swarmed towards the middle-aged man's Soul Body.
"You're a Ghost Cultivator!" The man was shocked. He knew Ghost Cultivators were natural counters to Soul Bodies; a Soul Body without its physical form was at a significant disadvantage against a Ghost Cultivator.
"You two went too heavy on the strikes. You directly smashed this guy's body. Even if pieced back together, the quality would be much worse," Huang Shang complained to Hu Miao and the Golden-Horned Dragon Silkworm while casting various ghostly techniques against the man's Soul Body.
"This guy actually wanted to lay hands on a powerless little girl. I just couldn't stand it," the Golden-Horned Dragon Silkworm explained.
"Let me check if this guy is carrying anything valuable," he added, turning his attention to the middle-aged man's belongings.
Meanwhile, Hu Miao had already charged towards the other Guardian Faction troops, unleashing countless illusionary realms—they looked like transparent soap bubbles constantly descending to envelop those members of the Guardian Faction.
Just then, the other high-ranks of the Alliance Army arrived.
Ye Yunfei had returned to the Eighth Void with nearly forty or fifty Sovereign God-level experts. Some were Sovereign Gods cultivated by the Hunyuan Sect in the Sixth Void. All forces cultivated by the Hunyuan Sect across the Sixth, Seventh, and Eighth Voids were now under Ye Yunfei's command. Before departing for the Eighth Void, Ye Yunfei had already given orders to mobilize the Hunyuan Sect's Sovereign Gods. Naturally, some among these Sovereign Gods also belonged to the Sixth Void Alliance Army; Ye Yunfei had already nurtured a group of Sovereign Gods within its ranks.
As this large group of Alliance Army Sovereign Gods rushed into the world cluster, the Guardian Faction's forces quickly crumbled. The places where heavy-hitters like the Golden-Horned Dragon Silkworm, Hu Miao, Huang Shang, and the Bloodline Clan Doppelganger went were filled with the wailing and screaming of Guardian Faction troops being slaughtered. Ye Yunfei's hundred thousand plus puppets formed four or five battle formations, operating like four or five large meat grinders. Wherever they went, vast numbers of Guardian Faction troops were instantly ground to dust.
Seeing this, Huang Shang immediately sent a message to Ye Yunfei, requesting he control the formations of those puppets to stop destroying the bodies of the Guardian Faction members, as their bodies were precious cultivation resources for Huang Shang.
Receiving the message, Ye Yunfei smiled slightly and immediately ordered his puppets to change tactics, tasked only with surrounding and sealing the Guardian Faction members, no longer damaging their physical bodies.
When Ye Yunfei, hands clasped behind his back, strode into the world cluster, he found the fighting inside had already concluded. The leading Sovereign Gods of the Guardian Faction had long been subdued, their Soul Bodies devoured by Huang Shang.
Ye Yunfei didn't linger, leading his forces onward to rush back towards the Three Thousand Major and Minor Worlds.
Along the way, whenever they encountered Guardian Faction troops, Ye Yunfei immediately ordered them encircled and exterminated. With Ye Yunfei personally overseeing the attacks from nearby, those Guardian Faction troops were wiped out in an extremely short time.
At this moment, the Three Thousand Major and Minor Worlds were tightly surrounded by a large force from the Guardian Faction. The void surrounding the three thousand worlds was already full of cracks, with traces everywhere of shattered Formations and geo-formations that had been destroyed, having been all previously laid by Ye Yunfei in the surrounding time and space. Additionally, a vast number of corpses littered the void around them; clearly, a battle had already taken place in the vicinity of the Three Thousand Major and Minor Worlds.
"Who would have thought a measly world cluster would have so many decent-quality formations arranged around it, holding back our great army for such a long time?" a great general clad in golden armor said coldly as he stood before the Three Thousand Major and Minor Worlds, gazing inward.
"Sir, it is said this world cluster is the home of that fellow named Ye Yunfei. So these Formations and geo-formations were likely arranged by him," a Primary Sovereign God standing beside him reported respectfully.
"Issue the orders. Prepare to breach this world cluster and kill every single being inside. None may remain. Anyone who opposes our Guardian Faction shall meet a terrible end," the golden-armored great general commanded coldly.
Surrounding the general stood at least twenty Sovereign Gods. The fact that over twenty Sovereign Gods were sent to deal with the Three Thousand Major and Minor Worlds demonstrated the seriousness the Guardian Faction attached to this target.
Following the general's command, all Guardian Faction troops in the void surrounding the Three Thousand Major and Minor Worlds launched a frenzied assault.